Zombified
And in this dream I dream of another dream
Running and sweating to cross that up-stream
Wrapping my arms around the pain
I carry the burden to not die in vain
There is this urge to prove something
Figure out the life and explore the living
But I am zombified with a left over warmth
Slowly drifting away from this human form
Still It isn’t that bad as it sounds
I am evolving as the world around
And I am still dreaming in that dream
Running and sweating to cross that up-stream
© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015